Letra de Walk A Mile In My Shoes - Bryan Ferry
Letra de canci�n de Walk A Mile In My Shoes de Bryan Ferry lyrics
If I could be you and you could be me for just one hour
If we could find a way to get inside each other�s minds
If you could see you, through my eyes, instead of your ego
I believe you�d be, surprised to see, that you�d been blind
Walk a mile in my shoes
Walk a mile in my shoes
And before you abuse
Criticise and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes
Now the whole world you see around you is just a reflection
And the law of Karma, says you reap, just what you sow
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So unless you�ve, lived a life of total perfection
You�d better be careful of every stone that you should throw
And yet we spend the day throwing stones at one another
�Cause I don�t think or wear my hair the same way you do
Well I may be common people but I�m your brother
And when you strike out and try to hurt me it�s a-hurtin you
There are people on reservations and out in the ghettos
And brother, there but for the grace of God go you and I
If I only, had the wings, of a little angel
Don�t you know I�d fly, to the top of the mountain, and then I�d cry?
If we could find a way to get inside each other�s minds
If you could see you, through my eyes, instead of your ego
I believe you�d be, surprised to see, that you�d been blind
Walk a mile in my shoes
Walk a mile in my shoes
And before you abuse
Criticise and accuse
Walk a mile in my shoes
Now the whole world you see around you is just a reflection
And the law of Karma, says you reap, just what you sow
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/walk-a-mile-in-my-shoes-bryan-ferry.php
So unless you�ve, lived a life of total perfection
You�d better be careful of every stone that you should throw
And yet we spend the day throwing stones at one another
�Cause I don�t think or wear my hair the same way you do
Well I may be common people but I�m your brother
And when you strike out and try to hurt me it�s a-hurtin you
There are people on reservations and out in the ghettos
And brother, there but for the grace of God go you and I
If I only, had the wings, of a little angel
Don�t you know I�d fly, to the top of the mountain, and then I�d cry?